Only $5 to enter, so won’t break the bank.
If you join the World Writers Collective website, then it is $15 for the year, and you get a free entry into each writing competition. So consider that if you like.
We also have our top five winners listed on the website from the previous competition. Why not have a read of their stories.
Explore the rest of the website as well and inform other writers about its existence (getting ourselves out there as writers can succeed as a joint effort).
There is also our dropbox if you would like to have your work edited for free by other writers.
You can view the dropbox via the link and read the READ ME file to find out more.
This is especially helpful if you are entering a writing competition and actually want to win.
“WTF Is Happening With My Life?”
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Join the hilariously honest Jacqueline at Brighton library
as she guides you through her journey of getting her sh*t together!
2.00pm – Drinks and nibbles
2.30pm – Author talk with Jacqueline
3.00pm – Book signing
4.00pm – Event close.
For the launch only, all attendees can get Jacqueline’s debut novel at a special discounted price of $25!
When you’re in a very large city such as New York, there are many places to go for many different things you may want to do. The main places I look for are writing places.
Here’s one I found today.
Today I’m working on a few different things.
Mostly I want to start on a sequel to my second novel to get it underway and work out where I want to go with it.
I also still have to finish editing my third novel. Finish writing my sequel to my first. And finish writing many others I began that never had time to get back to. Most sit around 5,000 to 30,000 words. So still lots to do.
I like writing many things at the one time. It means you can change from writing one novel to the next. Write a short story. Work an idea for the future and many other bits and pieces.
Keep the brain ticking over, and nothing can go wrong 😉
There once was a plane named Mr Crashy. It flew flew real high then real low and got caught in a little boy’s chocolate coated Taffy.
Two turnips tried to turn their trunks to the tall tree tumbling green leaves from its weeping thin green branches some touching the earth while others tangled with the turnip’s head of green sprouts that would soon mark if for picking and morph its life from growth to nutrition even if the gopher took bites and stole it from the farm hands which it would because it was there now.
The turnips screamed.
The tree shuddered.
A large man with a wide mouth sat on a stump outside his house. When asked, he replied that inside his bedroom a ghost haunted him in a pink blouse. It oinks and trots about, keeping me up all night, the only peace I get is on this stump here out.
Still to this day the champion bacon fryer of that town, sits out front while the pig ghost scampers and trots on about.